John and Hamish went back to London the next morning. Sherlock preoccupied himself with cases, although John was constantly on his mind. When the evening came, Sherlock would find himself in bars, talking to loose women, returning to his house in the wee hours of the morning. The Willard’s would often come over, asking him what was wrong, or bring him yummy cheer-up brownies. While, Mr. Reilly began letting the demon out whenever he saw the drunken Sherlock coming home late at night. To put in gently, his life was hell. Hamish would often call him, and he never answered the phone. The boy would leave messages, and Sherlock would erase them. Sherlock knew he had hurt John again.
A month passed. Hamish called every day and became quite a pain in Sherlock’s arse. Sherlock had thought the calls would end after a few days, so he ignored them, but soon he realized the persistent little bugger would not stop. One evening, Sherlock decided to answer Hamish’s call.
“Hamish,” Sherlock nearly yelled into the phone, “You have to st-”
“Sherlock,” The boy interrupted, “I’m worried about father.”
“Why?” Sherlock asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice, “What’s wrong?”
“He keeps coming home drunk, sometimes he doesn’t come home at all.” Sherlock could hear Hamish choking up as he spoke, “I hear him crying in his room every night. He keeps saying he doesn’t want to live without you - knowing you are actually alive – and while he was out last night I snuck into his room to take a look around. Father has a loaded gun next to his bed, Sherlock.”
Hamish started sobbing, “Please help him.”
“Hamish, I can’t. If I come back-” Sherlock began, but was interrupted.
“I know you love him, and I don’t know why you are refusing to be with him. If he dies, Sherlock, it is your fault.”
Hamish hung up the phone.
The phone fell from Sherlock’s hand. He was paralyzed with fear.
John. This is all my fault. I was trying to protect him, and now he is going to kill himself. John, I’m so sorry.
“Please don’t do anything stupid. I’m coming, John.”
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FanfictionAfter The Fall, Sherlock decides not to go back home to London. Instead, he starts a new life fighting crime in Washington DC. Only when Sherlock meets a young boy who looks an awful lot like an old friend does he wonder if maybe he made the wrong...
